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If  I  could  write  the  beauty  of  your  eyes, 
And  in  fresh  numbers  number  all  your  graces. 

The  aee  to  come  would  say,  tbi .  pnet  lies — 
Sucn  heavenly  touLhes  ne'er  touch sd  earthly  fares. 

SflAKSPEARE. 


ONNALINDA. 


CHAPTER   I. 

Alone  she  stood,  a  maiden  sweet, 

Within  the  woodland's  deepening  shade; 

One  beam  of  sunset  through  the  glade 
Glimmered  in  gold  about  her  feet. 

Musing,  she  lingered  in  covert  there 
Far  from  the  clamour  of  camp's  alarms  ; 
Above  her  a  beech  flung  out  his  arms 

As  if  to  shield  a  form  so  fair. 

A  winsome  girl  of  native  grace 

And  moulded  form  the  comeliest ; 

Scarce  two-and-twenty  Junes  had  kiss'd 
With  breath  of  rose  her  charming  face — 

Brunette,  with  crimson  tinged  and  blent 
As  if  'neath  Saxon  face  there  glowed 
The  warm  maroon  of  Indian  blood 

And  stirred  a  doubt  of  her  descent — 


ONNALINDA. 

A  doubt  that  still  intenser  grew 
With  her  rich  garb  of  Tyrian  hue. 
Her  queenly  grace  and  soft  attire 
Bespoke  a  line  from  noble  sire. 

Around  her  bodice  trimly  laced 
Fell  glossy  falls  of  raven  hair, 
Half-veiling,  half-revealing  there 

The  zone  that  clasped  her  lissome  waist. 
One  hand  to  ear,  to  catch  alarm, 
Showed  jewelled  wrist  and  rounded  arm. 


In  purple  folds  her  kirtle  fell — 

The  rippling  hem  just  kissed  her  feet, 
In  shoon  of  chamois  fitted  neat 

As  glove  and  palm  of  courtly  belle  ; 
Ben(;ath  her  instep,  proud  and  high, 
A  flower  would  bloom,  a  bee  would  fly. 
The  charms  of  youth  and  beauty  met 
In  Onxalinda— sweet  brunette  ! 

Deep  in  her  dark  eyes'  lustrous  glance 
Glistened  the  star  of  bright  romance. 

She  listened  .  .  .  Silent  all  the  wood 
Save  plaintive  owl,  in  distant  glade, 
Whose  croon,  thro'  echoing  forest,  made 

More  solemn  still  the  solitude. 

Then  to  herself  the  maiden  spoke- 
Still  gazing  pensive  on  the  ground 
As  if  perplexed  with  thoughts  profound- 

And  murmuring,  thus  the  silence  broke  : 


ONNALINDA. 

Last  night— what  did  he  mean  to  say? 
My  hand  in  his  he  tremulous  prest  : 
I  heard  a  throbbing  within  his  breast : 
'  Good-bye  ! '  he  faltered,   and  turned  away,— 
But  in  his  voice  and  in  his  eye 
Was  something  more  than  that  '  Good-bye.' 

"  The  white  moon  shone  on  his  earnest  face 
As  he  held  my  hand,  and  silent  stood. 
Do  men  woo  thus  in  a  dolesome  mood? 
Then  that  solemn  owl  may  woo  with  grace ! 
This  man— can  he  be  my  father's  foe 
And  lover  of  mine  ?     To-night  I'll  know. 

"  To-night  when  the  moon  shines  full  in  his  face 
I'll  there  read  clear  each  thought  of  his  heart ; 
He  shall  not  know,  as  I  stand  apart, 
How  keen  my  glance  each  line  shall  trace. 
Ah,  well,  my  heart !  do  I  love  this  man— 
So  soon  ?  Perchance  I  do— or  can  !  " 

She  paused  .  .  .  Around  she  gazed,  and  then, 
Musing,  she  spoke  to  herself  again  : 

«'  What  if  my  chieftain-sire  should  know- 
Should  know  I  parley  with  foe  of  his  ! 
Well,  what  if  I  foil  his  enemies 
With  weapon  keener  then  blade  or  bow  ? 
Perchance  this  Saxon  loves  me  well  .  .  . 
Sink  low,  O  sun  !— to-night  will  tell." 


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ONNAUNDA. 

The  sun  behind  the  glimmering  hill 
His  amber  glances  slow  withdrew, 
And  twilight  shadows  a  glamour  threw 

Around  the  woodlands  soft  and  still. 
A  crackling  sound  beyond  the  glade 

Reached  Onnalinda's  vigilant  car; 

'lluMi  startled  owl  flew  by  anear, 
Flapping  across  the  forest  shade. 

Quicker  her  heart  beat  at  each  sound — 

Silence  and  darkness  gathering  round. 

Sudden  she  turned.     A  rustling  tread 

She  heard  approach  thro'  the  darkling  wood. 
Flushed  to  the  ear,  alert  she  stood 

Twixt  hope  and  fear  disquieted. 

A  manly  form  with  cap  of  blue 

Approached.     His  epauletted  coat 

Bright-buttoned  trimly  to  his  throat, 
Of  rank  and  fame  was  symbol  true. 

But  more  his  eye  and  bearing  told 
Than  any  sign  symbolic  could — 
(Escutcheons  mark  the  noble  blood 

But  mien  and  port  the  noble  souled  ;) 
Heroic  calmness  in  his  face 
Showed  valour  'neath  a  gentle  grace. 


"  Brief  be  our  words  to-night," — he  said 
As  her  warm  hand  in  his  he  drew  ; 
His  words  foreboding  o'er  her  threw 
Shadows  of  some  impending  dread. 


ONNALINDA. 

Though  swift  I  come,  through  forest  dun, 

No  harm  betides  thee,  gentle  one. 

And  yet,  if  rumour  tricks  me  not, 

Alert  with  stratagem  and  plot 
The  midnight  hour  shall  be. 

My  wary  scout  from  yonder  hill 

Saw  hurried  signals  that  reveal 

Some  tumult  rife  that  bodes  of  ill- 
Some  pending  strategy." 

"  Such  signals  "— Onnalinda  said— 

"  May  often  times  foreshadow  ill. 
But  oft,  to  try  their  speed  and  skill, 

'Mong  warriors  false  alarms  are  spread. 
As  fawn  is  bred  to  flee  from  harm 
When  stamps  the  doe  a  false  alarm — 

Thus  wary  is  the  warrior  bred. 

My  clan  the  Saxon's  art  would  meet 
With  weasel's  eye  and  foxes'  feet." 

"  One  fear  alone  the  bravest  feel 
Keener  "—said  he—"  than  lance  of  steel : 
What  if  deep  plots  are  lurking  laid 
To  tangle  the  feet  in  ambuscade  ! 
We  smile  at  such— at  snare  or  threat— 
But  quail  'neath  glance  of  one  brunette  ! 

But  say,  when  from  the  camp  you  came 

Where  were  the  warriors  ?  " 

"  Hunting  game." 


•"  And  of  those  warriors  is  tnere  none 
Watching  your  footsteps  ?  " 

"  There  is  one." 


"■^"i."'  '■■^■jy-t'*^S'"'- 


ONNALJADA. 


"  One — who  is  he  ?" 


A  warrior,  brave. 


liut  silent  as  a  forest  grave." 

And  therefore  to  be  feared  ?" — asked  he. 

I  know  not  " — crimsoning,  said  she, 
And  smiled  as  if  her  words  revealed 
But  inkling  of  the  thoughts  concealed. 


Silent  he  stood,  with  downcast  eyes ; 
A  sudden  doubt  his  heart  oppressed, 
Like  one  who  sees,  low  in  the  west, 

Dark  clouds  that  threaten  the  sunny  skies.. 
■  I  know  not," — in  her  words  a  doubt — :    .    •■; 
A  dim  surmise  and  mystery —  » ..  .*•  j  .'.  j' 
That  roused  the  phantom  jealousy}."!..;- ." 

A  shadow  love  is  never  without.  ..    ■•■:-'  ,,'.;.„• 


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He  feared  to  ask  her,  frank  and  fair,.;  %.^ 
Of  him  who  stirred  his  jealousy — ' '.' 
Ashamed  to  ask  :  "  A  lover,  he  ?  " — 

He  hunted  here,  he  angled  there. 

O  Q  1 

HE. 
Perchance  this  warrior's  silent  tongue 
Tattled  and  prattled  gay  when  youn^  T 

ONNALINDA. 
Who  talks  the  least  I  call  him  wise — 
Words  are  but  dust  thrown  in  the  eyes. 


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Youtifj  Indian  warrior  we  are  told 
Makes  hasty  wooing,  brief  and  bold? 

ONNALINDA. 
Nimble  his  pace  in  love  or  chase, 
And  both  his  eyes  are  in  his  face..     .■.,    •• 

■•         •,;  ..•,■• 

HE.  •■■  •.••;•• 
I  see  .  .  .  you  think  when  Saxons  woo'.;' 
They  feign  one  thing  and  another  do  ?  _. 

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j.vKas  he  two  tongues?     So  said  my  mother:';; 
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•'v'^Not  forest-born  was  she — no,  no  ;  ;  ^'  ° 

•Her  eye  was  blue,  her  brow  was  snow. 

'     .  •  •  .  ■•    ;.      HE. 

Then  a  lovely  woodland  nymph  was  she, — 
Not  forest-born  ? 

ONNALINDA. 

From  o'er  the  sea, 
Where  blooming  hedge-rows  carolled  sweet, 
And  heather  blossomed  'neath  her  feet. 
At  quiet  eve  she  oft  would  tell 
Of  scenes  enchanting,  and  would  dwell 
With  trembling  lip,  and  tenderly, 
On  home  beloved,  beyond  the  sea, 


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ONNALINDA. 


Of  twilight  porch  with  ivy  pent, 
Of  castle  wall  and  battlement  .... 

You  wonder  ?     Sir,  I  pardon  you — 

The  tale  is  strange. 

HE. 
I'd  swear  'tis  true! 
A  myth  for  truth  I  would  admit 
When  lips  so  sweet  have  uttered  it  ! 

ONNALINDA. 

Is  it  so  strange  a  woodland  girl 
Should  claim  a  grandsire  in  an  earl  ? 

But  listen  .  .  .  Hark  !— Do  you  not  hear 

Sounds  of  alarm — of  peril  near  ? 


And  as  she  spoke,  a  glance  she  sent 

Oblique  across  the  forest  glade. 
And  turned  an  ear  as  if  intent 
On  distant  sound  from  ambuscade. 

One  moment  musing,  mute  stood  he — 
Like  baffled  general  in  assault 
When  fortress  moat  compels  a  halt 

To  compass  the  emergency — 

When — hark  !  again— that  sound  renew'd 
Louder,  and  echoing  through  the  wood. 


"  Dear  one  !  I  go," — he  anxious  said. 

"  On  wings  how  fleet  has  evening  fled  ! 
Once  more  I  ask  that  pledge  so  dear: 
To-morrow  eve  to  meet  me  here  ?  " 


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ONNALINDA. 

"  If  stars  be  bright  ;  if  woods  be  still ; 
If  signals  no  alarm  reveal  ; 
If  nought  doth  wake  the  jealous  eye- 
To-morrow  night,"— was  her  reply. 
Her  hand  upon  his  lips  he  pressed 

Tenderly,  saying,  "O  sweet  good-night !  " 

They  parted.     Dim  the  stars'  pale  light. 
His  heart  beat  with  a  strange  unrest, 

Murmuring:  "  Can  such  bliss  be  mine  ? 

Or  is  she  hidden  in  dark  design  ?  "  .... 

Meek  but  adroit — ah  !  who  can  tell 

Beauty's  intent  inscrutable  ! 


II 


The  fascinating  Princess  Onnalinda  whose  achievements 
and  whose  bewitching  grace  and  beauty  turned  even  her 
enemies  into  impassioned  suitors  and  rivals,  is  presented  to 
us  in  this  opening  chapter  of  her  story.  From  this  point 
begins  the  real  action  of  the  poem— its  stirring  incidents  so 
clo'sely  interwoven  that  to  cut  further  extracts  would  be  (as 
an  English  critic  observes)  "  only  to  mutilate,  like  cutting 
specimens  from  a  broad  design."  Besides  the  heroine,  the 
following  characters  are  involved  : 

Kawanute,  the  chieftain-father  of    the   Princess    Onnalinda, 
whose  domains  were  invaded  by  the  French  under  the  Mar- 
quis Denonville.  .    j    u     ji      i  , 
Eben    Stark,  the   chivalrous    Captain   who    had    heedlesbly 
ioined  the  invaders,  but.  captivated  at  first  sight  by  the  charms 
of  the  Princess,  became  her  devoted  adorer  and  defender. 
Glinting  Star,  the  dark-eyed  maiden  whose  keenness  of  de- 
tection was  of  grave  consequence  to  the  leading  characters. 
Ronald    Kent,  comrade  of  Captain  Stark,  and   marksman  ot 

marvelous  aim— in  love  with  Glinting  Star. 
Denonville's  Courier,  a  punctilious  Frenchman.      Donald, 
a  canny   Scotchman ;  and  Oonak,   the   implacable   rival   of 
Captain  Stark. 
With  these,  and  their  rivalries,  we  are  impulsively  drawn 
through  this  forest  romance  by  the  irresistible  charms  of  the 
heroine  and  her  brilliant  achievements. 


12 


ONNAUNDA. 


We  present  the  opening  chapter  of  "  Onnalinda"  as  show- 
ing, somewhat,  the  concise  and  picturesque  style  of  this 
epic  story;  the  lines,  however,  convey  little  of  its  anima- 
tion, for,  as  the  plot  develops,  the  graphic  vividness  inten- 
sifies until  the  words  seem  to  glow  with  poetic  fire. 

In  these  times  no  prudent  person  will  bargain  for  any 
commodity  without  first  testing  it ;  and,  to  this  rule,  books 
should  form  no  exception.  To  that  end,  and  for  that  purpose 
only,  we  present  in  this  brochure,  an  opportunity  for  that 
test,  together  with  opinions  from  sources  that  are  above  the 
reach  of  solicitation.  Among  these,  eminent  in  society  and 
literature,  whose  opinions  are  of  special  import,  we  shall 
here  specially  mention  the  Rt.  Hon.  John  Bright  and  the 
Earl  of  Lytton.  Photo  copies  of  their  autograph  ievters  re- 
lating to  "Onnalinda"  are,  by  permission,  included  in  the 
book.  From  extracts  given  herewith  it  will  be  seen  that 
Mr.  Bright  signalizes  the  Life  and  Beauty  of '  Onnalinda,' 
and  Lord  Lytton  (himself  the  most  distinguished  of  poetic 
romancers)  emphasizes  the  captivating  power  of  the  story 
—holding  the  attention  alert,  through  its  two  hundred  and 
thirty  pages,  to  the  end  : 

"  I  re.itl  '  Onnalinda  '  with  attention  and  pleasure,  and  without  stopping 
till  I  hatl  finished  it.  The  slory  is  told  with  great  animation  of  movement  and 
picturesqueness  of  description."— Earl  of  Lytton. 

"  I  read  •  ONNALINDA '  with  great  interest  and  pleasure;  there  is  Life  and 
Beauty  in  it  which  I  have  much  enjoyed."— John  Bright. 

"The  reader  is  lured  onward  through  this  forest  romance  as  if  led  by  the 
hand  of  the  charming  Onnalinda  herself."— Charles  Mackay. 

"  '  Onnalinda  '  sustains  its  interest  from  first  to  last.  Strange  to  say,  the 
L-ile  is  the  ploasanter  reading  for  being  in  metre,  and  the  reader  is  beguiled  by 
the  silvery  ring  of  the  Mcn^r—lVestminstir  Kevtew,  Ao.  CXXXI. 

"Mr  McXaughton  tells  his  story  with  animation,  and  weaves  the  loves  of 
the  charming  Onnalinda  and  her  English  lover  into  a  pleasing  poem."— Zfl«</<7« 
Morning  Fast,  No.  j-J,  316. 

"'Onnalinda'  is  a  strikingly  beautiful  romance.  The  story  is  told  in  a 
very  fa-'cinating  manner,  and  with  a  vivacity  that  never  fails  from  the  hrst  page 
to  \\\s\nii\.."— London  Christian  WorU,  Ao.  i,  4S1. 

"  One  is  filled  with  a  fuller  sense  of  simple  delight  and  gratitude  by  such  a 
charming  poem  as  '  Onnalinda.'  We  have  not  read  a  poetic  romance  for 
\  ?-.".„. 1  .,..„.  ..,i,irh  takes  our  fancy  more  completely  ."—Z£)«</w/,i/cra/:)' 


many  a  day  and  year  w 
World,  No.  824. 


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uded  in  the 
ae  seen  that 
'  Onnalinda,' 
icd  of  poetic 
of  the  story 
lundred  and 


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:  movement  and 

lere  is  Life  and 

as  if  led  by  the 

range  to  say,  the 

er  is  beguiled  by 

'AY. 

aves  the  loves  of 

poem. " — London 

tory  is  told  in  a 
om  the  first  page 

atitude  by  such  a 
etic  romance  for 
-London  Literary 


"  Nothing  can  supply  the  place  of  books.    Ko 
how  poor  lam,  if  learned  men  and  poets  will  en 


how  poor  Tam,  if  learned  men  and  jjo 
take  up  their  abode  under  my  roof.  ' 


matter 
enter  and 


-Chtinnitti;. 


ONNALINDA. 

Dr.  Charles  Mackay,  the  poet  and  critic ,  in  the  Fifeshirc  Journal. 
"The  narrative  and  romantic  verse  with  which  Sir  Walter  Scott 
threw  a  glamour  round  the  scenery  and  history  of  the  Scottish 
Highlands  has  been  used  with  striking  effect  by  Mr.  J.  H.  McNaugh- 
ton  in  his  romance  of  "  Onnalinda  "  (London :  Kegan  Paul,  Trench  k 
Co.).    The  birch  and  the  heather  and  the  bracken  of  Scotland  have 
given  place  to  the  pathless  forests  of  North  America ;  the  moors 
and  the  mountains  of  our  little  country  have  yielded  to  the  broad 
prairies  and  the  mighty  rivers  of  the  New  World.     But  the  spirit 
which  runs  through  "Onnalinda  "  is  identical  with  that  which  per- 
vades "  The  Lady  of  the  Lake."    There  are  the  same  love  of  nature 
in  all  its  forms  and  under  all  its  aspects,  the  same  chivalric  feelings, 
the  same  kindly  views  of  life.    Indeed,  Sir  Walter  himself  might 
almost  have  written  '•  Onnalinda."    Mr.  McNaughton  has  not,  per- 
haps, the  wonderful  power  of  description,  which  characterized  so 
notably  all  that  Scott  wrote  ;  but  as  a  narrator  he  is  little  behind 
the  great  wizard.    Then,  again,  there  is  something  in  his  writing 
which  even  Scott  could  not  have  laid  claim  to  ;  for  through  all  his 
romance  Mr.  McNaughton  shows  that  there  is  in  him  more  of  the 
true  poetic  soul  than  there  was  in  the  author  of '  Marmion,'  with  all 
the  .latter's  felicity  of  expression  and  power  of  description  and  of 
narration.    Every  now  and  then  comes  a  touch,  a  suggestion,  some- 
times just  the  suspicion  of  a  thought,  which  shows  us  that  apart 
altogether  from  his  subject  or  his  characters,  Mr.  McNaughton  is  a 

poet  indeed. 

It  is,  however,  as  a  narrative,  that  we  have  most  praise  for  '  Onna- 
linda." The  author  unfolds  his  story  with  consummate  skill,  and  with 
an  increasing  interest.  It  is  quite  impossible  not  to  feel  interested, 
and  sometimes  more  than  interested,  in  the  loves  of  Onnalinda  and 


.  The  mixture  of  fact  and  fiction  in  'Onnalinda'  is  skillfully  m.in.iRed  :  the  wild 
beauty  of  the  locality  is  tellingly  delineated  ;  and. the  picturesque  ••'l.'l.f''';^'«/V'  //^'nn,'inn^ 
characteristics  of  the  dramatis  J>irxo„<r  are  charmingly  described,  -the  »^/,,/^/,7//. London) 
/Review. 


14 


ONNAUNDA. 


her  gallant  Captain,  in  the  romantic  story  of  Ronald  Kent,  and  in 
the  constancy  of  Glinting   Star.     And  then  the   freshness  of  the 
theme  '     These  characters,  mark,  are  not  the  over-drawn  beings 
of  sentiment    and  high-flown    gibberish    which   make   Fenimore 
Cooper's  novel  so  tiresome  ;  neither  are  they  the  degrade.!  savages 
of  the  Red  Man's  latter-day  detractors.    They  are  noble  and  honour- 
able •  they  are  brave  and  true;  they  are  simple. certainly,  and  their 
guile'  is  not  the  guile  of  a  'civilized'  man;  they  love  well  and  they 
hate  honestly.     Kawanute,  the  author  tells  us.  is  no  over-drawn  or 
fancy  picture  ;  and,  if  that  be  true,  then  the  cause  of  the  Red  Man 
is  a  cause  well  worth  fighting.    As  Mr.  Bright,  in  a  letter  to  the  au- 
thor   says,—'  You  have  put  down  the  cruelties  practiced  on  the 
negro     Is' it  not  possible  for  the  friends  of  the  negro  to  raise  their 
voice  in  defense  of  the  Red  Man  ?    You  have  seized  their  land-you 
occupy  almost  all  their  country— can  you  not  give  them  the  secur- 
ity your  laws  give  your  white  millions  ?      If  the  good  men  and 
women  of  the  states  make  an  effort  for  this  benevolent  purpose.  1 
think  it  would  not  fail.'     Apart  altogether  from  the  excellence  of 
his  poem,  Mr.  McNaughton  has  done  good  work  in  defense  of  the 
Red  Man's  privileges. 

But  to  the  poem.  The  story  is  romantic  to  a  degree,  and  so  in- 
trinsically poetical  are  the  subjects  and  the  characters  dealt  with 
that  even  if  it  were  less  skillfully  treated  it  could  not  fail  to  appeal  to 
the  interest  of  its  readers  ;  Mr.  McNaughton's  treatment,  however, 
is  as  poetical  as  his  subject ;  and  the  romance  of  Onnalinda,  as  it  is 
in  the  poem  before  us,  is  one  to  read  and  read  again.  Long  quota- 
tions from  a  work  such  as  this  is  would  be  somewhat  out  of  place; 
the  book,  to  be  thoroughly  enjoyed,  must  be  read  m  its  entirety. 

We  quote  the  following  extracts  as  showing  something  of 
the"  style  of  this  author;  but  of  a  work  in  which  the  incidents  are 
so  closely  interwoven,  to  cut  into  the  main  fabric  of  the  plot  is  only 
to  mutilate,  like  snipping  specimens  from  a  broad  design  in  mosaics : 

"  I  taught  her  all  our  books  could  teach,— 

Bright  pupil  she  !— she  learned  so  well 
She  knew  the  sweetest  part  of  speech 

And  read  my  heart  ere  she  could  spell ! 
And  as  she  grew  in  years  and  lore 

I  taught  her  what  the  sages  writ ; 
She  learned  all  that  and  something  more. 

Then  she  taught  me  what  they  omit— 
And  much  that  never  was  told  in  print    ^^ 
Shone  from  her  dark  eyes'  tender  glint ! 


ONNAIJMKl. 


'S 


Id  Kent,  and  in 
reshness  of  the 
;r-drawn  beings 
make   Fcnimore 
egrade.l  savages 
)bleand  honour- 
tainly,  and  their 
re  well  and  they 
1  over-drawn  or 
of  the  Red  Man 
I  letter  to  the  au- 
jracticed  on  the 
jro  to  raise  their 
i  their  land— you 
them  the  secur- 
;  good  men  and 
volent  purpose,  1 
Lhe  excellence  of 
in  defense  of  the 

iegree,  and  so  in- 
acters  dealt  with 
)tfail  to  appeal  to 
atment,  however, 
3nnalinda,  as  it  is 
lin.  Long  quota- 
vhat  out  of  place ; 
1  in  its  entirety, 
ing  something  of 
the  incidents  are 
of  the  plot  is  only 
design  in  mosaics : 

ich, — 
)  well 
ch 
spell ! 


more, 
nit— 
rint 
glint!" 


"  I've  seen  the  gay  rachuca  whirls 
Of  fairy-footed  '/Aww  girls, 
And  rose-lipt  nymph  of  Gulistan 
In  slumber  feigned  on  soft  divan  ; 
But  all,  ay,  all  from  memory  fade 
Save  her — that  dear  Algonquin  maid  I ' 


'  As  wounded  starling  to  its  nest 
Flutters  with  sorrow  in  its  breast. 
With  fluttering  heart  I  homeward  drew, 
Touched  with  the  sorrow  of  '  Adieu  ! '  " 


"  Apart  she  stood  ; 
Her  white  arm  round  a  moonlit  tree 
Glistened  with  jewelled  brilliancy. 
And  was  it  thus  by  maiden's  art 

The  moonlight  fell  upon  his  face 
While  'gainst  that  light  she  stood  apart. 

Outlined,  a  rounded  form  of  grace  }  " 


"  If  there's  one  man  for  heav'n  unfit 
Verily  'tis  the  hypocrite  ! — 
Beware  of  him  wnen  he  is  mute, 
'Tis  silence  of  the  panther's  foot !" 


"Plucked  from  the  ground  at  his  palfrey's  feet 
And  held  on  a  mightier  arm  again. 

Swift  was  she  borne  on  palfrey  fleet 
As  the  hetman's  steed  of  the  wild  Ukraine. 

O'er  the  distant  hill  against  the  skies 

She  vanished  in  mist  of  my  streaming  eyes." 


"  Is  merit  a  mark— a  badge  of  race  ? 
Is  honor  a  tint — a  tinge  of  face  ?  " 


•Beware — O  Eben  ! — woman's  eyes 
Still  lure  a  thousand  Antonies, 
And  half  mankind  is  still  beset 
With  Cleopatras  of  brunette  ! " 


"A  woodland  lass — 

Light  as  gazelle,  and  step  as  neat ; 

Beliind  her  fairy-skipping  feet 
Enamored  rose  the  supple  grass. 

A  charm  that  lit  her  modest  glance 
Lay  mirrored  in  her  lustrous  eye — 
A  chaste,  a  gentle  sorcery 

Kindled,  illumined  by  romance." 


"  A  tior.k  makes  friends.  'T  is  the  tic  between  mrn  to 
have  Ijecn  delit;hte(l  with  the  same  bock  ;  iimi  when, 
unexpectedly,  one  linds  n  stranger  enj'pving  the  rare 
poet  or  thinker  who  is  dear  to  his  own  solitude,  it  is  like 
finding  a  brother."— Z.'wi-'-w/i. 

ONNALINDA. 

From  the  London  Iiujuirer,  Xo.  2,2SS- 
A  more  romantic  subject  than  this,  of  the  loves  and  adventures 
of  Onnalinda,  could  hardly  have  been  found  :  and  very  skilUully 
has  t!ie  subject  been  treated  by  Mr.  McNaughton.  The  poem  is  full 
of  o-r:iceful  description,  told  in  such  melodious  verse,  and  with  such 
freshness  and  vigour,  that  the  reader  is  thoroughly  interested  from 
beginning  to  end  of  the  book.  Onnalinda  is  a  charming  heroine; 
with  the  simple  graces  of  a  forest  belle  and  the  unerring  instinct  in 
reading  character  and  detecting  treachery,  she  combines  clearness 

u{  judgment  with  swiftness  of  decision One  of  the  stirring 

scenes  m  the  book  is  that  where,  just  as  the  hostile  bands  of  the 
Irotpiois  and  English  are  on  the  point  of  fighting,  Onnalinda  intet- 

vencs: 

"  Upgazing  as  if  to  her  were  sent 
A  message  from  the  firmament- 
Like  herald  of  heaven  august  she  stands 
With  palms  outspread  'gainst  friends  and  foes- 
One  palm  to  these,  one  palm  to  those— 
A  barrier  'twixt  the  hostile  bands,"— 

and  by  her  tact  brings  about  a  truce  between  her  father  and  her 

l,,^,er There  is  considerable  humour  in  the  description  of  some 

of  the  minor  characters— the  French  courier,  for  instance Al- 
together it  is  some  time  since  we  have  read  a  more  graceful  and 
interesting  poem." 

"  The  meadow  shone  in  velvet  green, 
With  lace  of  daisies'  silver  sheen        " 

Brooched  with  the  daffodils  of  gold— 
What  'neath  heav'n's  azure  can  compare 
With  that  bright  emerald  robe  so  fair 

That  God's  own  hand  hath  here  unrolled !  " 
— Onnalinda,  p.  1S7. 


Mr    McNauehton's  spirited  appeal  on  behalf  of  the  forest  clans  is  one  in  which 
everyright''hin'knr/;;f'r  wilf  heartil    ^sympathiz.^^^^^    T^^  -«•>  sp.rtt  and 

vigour,  and  the  versification  has  force  and  power.   —  Tht  i>,ottuli  hevtnv. 


\\ 


"  A  little  peaceful  home  Imiinds  all  my  wants  anil 
wishes  ;  add  to  this  my  hook  and  friend,  and  this  is 
hAppiatn.—FruHctacff  di  Rioja. 


id  adventures 
^ery  skilllully 
le  pofin  is  full 
and  with  such 
itcrestcd  from 
ning  heroine ; 
ing  instinct  in 
ines  clearness 
if  the  stirring 
2  bands  of  the 
inalinda  intei- 


foes- 


father  and  her 
iption  of  some 

stance Al- 

e  graceful  and 


d!" 
187. 


clans  is  one  in  which 
9  told  with  spirit  and 


ONNALINDA. 

Extract  from  revitw  in  the  London  Literary  World,  No.  Sai,, 
It  is  not  surprising  that  certain  distinguished  men— who  have  ap- 
parently had  an  opportunity  of  reading  the  American  edition  of 
r>«;W/Wrt— should  have  expressed  very  high  opinions  concerning 
the  book.  Lord  Lytton  read  it  "  with  attention  and  pleasure  "  and 
without  stopping  till  he  had  finished  it;  and  Mr.  Bright  speaks 
with  much  interest  of  the  poem.  Lord  Lytton  well  describes  the 
poet's  success  when  he  writes  to  him,  "You  have  told  the  story 
with  great  animation  of  movement  and  picturesquencss  of  descrip- 
tion." It  is  an  old-time  poetical  romance  of  Red  Indian  life  full  of 
exciting  and  agreeable  interest.  Our  feeling  has  been  precisely 
that  which  Lord  Lytton  has  expressed,  and  we  may  also  add  that 
we  did  not  lay  the  poem  aside  until  we  had  read  it.  The  movement 
certainly  reminded  us  of  Sir  Walter  Scott,  and  the  progressive 
nature  of  the  poem  is  an  important  element  in  the  enjoyment.  One 
has  not  to  wait  long  and  wearily  for  the  development  of  the  story ; 
and  there  is  no  mystery  in  it.  There  is  nut  the  ciuefully  and  deli- 
cately worked-out  perfection  which  one  gets  in  Tennyson,  but  we 
do  not  fail  to  receive  a  strong  impression  of  the  natural,  easy,  un- 
affected, unlaboured  grace,  beauty  and  skill  which  the  author  pos- 
sesses. We  have  not  read  a  poetical  romance  of  its  aim  and  length 
for  many  a  day  and  year,  which  takes  our  fancy  more  completely. 
The  '•  mosaic  "  poems  often  fix  us  with  a  bewildered  and  silent  admi- 
ration of  their  marvelous  skill ;  but,  perhaps,  upon  the  whole,  one 
is  filled  with  a  fuller  sense  of  simple  delight  and  gratitude,  by  such 
a  charming  poem  as  "  Onnaliiuia." 

We  meet  with  the  principal  heroine  of  the  romance  in  its  opening 


..  The  adventnres  of   these  tv,o  [Onnalinda  and  Eben  Stark]  togetli.;r  with    the 

storv  of  Konald  Kent  and  '  Glinting  Star,'  arc  must  romantic  in  tht-mselves,  and  to  these  nai- 
ura?advanSges  the  author  has  add?d  the  charm  of  rhyme  and  rhythm.  const.nntly  varied,  and 
"hcrrfore"^!  from  monotony  ;  there  is  not  a  tedious  passage  in  the  whole  .work.  1  he  de.cr.p- 
tionVof  scenery  are  vivid,  and  the  indications  of  character  true  and  distinct.     AUotjcth.r  the 


tinns  ol  scenery 
work  is  a  treat.' 


-  Ttu  Liverpool  A  Ibion. 


,g  ONNALINDA. 

pages.     The   author  pref.xcs  a   very   happy  three-lines   from   the 
"  Faerie  0»eenc  '•  as  the  >notto  of  the  first  part  of  the  poem  . 

"  She  by  descent  from  royal  lineage  came 
Of  ancient  kings  and  queens,  that  had  of  yo  e  ,. 

Their  sceptre  stretched  from  Last  to  Western  snore. 

The  Indian  maiden  first  appears  in  the  forest,  alone,  thinking  of, 
.nd  yUrning  to  see  that  night,  as  she  saw  on  the  previous  one.  an 
English  Captain  Stark,  whom  she  had  learned  to  love.  We  canno 
better  intro^luce  our  poet  than  with  the  following  presentation  o 
h  Prince"  OnnaHnda  :  [Here  folUn.  three  colu,..ns  of  ... tracts  on, 
r.V,JZs-t/,e  rn>few  ending  thus  .•]  We  will  not  tell  the  reader  how 
he  CO  r«e  of  true  love  ran  in  this  instance.  For  such  .nformati.n 
h'  n'ust  tu;;n  to  the  poem,  which  we  promise  him  w.ll  afford  n.ore 
delight  than  our  extracts. 

"  One  eve  a  groom.  ofTicious,  told 
Of  what  his  lurking  eye  espied  : 
She  walks  clandestine  in  the  wold, 

A  simple  veoman  bv  her  side. 
—Up  to  his'brows  in  reddening  ire 
Arose  the  feudal  blood  of  sire  ;       i 

•  Daughter,'  he  called . .  '  And  can  it  be- 

A  wolf  among  the  bleating  flocl<s  .•' 
Do  pheasants  covev  with  a  fox  ? 
With  taunting  trope  demanded  he. 
A  trleam  from  out  his  darkling  eye 
Presaged  the  storm  now  drawing  nigh. 

.But  love,  true  love,  when  storms  assail 
'    Is  like  the  birdling  in  the  gale, 
It  closer,  warmer  folds  its  wings. _ 
And  to  the  limb  it  firmer  clings  . 

Onnalinda,  p.  89. 


.'  Like  dazzling  glance  from  wing  of  dove 
Is  bright  Romance  to  Life  and  Love  ! 

••  What  grace  of  movement  and  of  mien! 

As  queen  upon  her  throne  of  state, 

She  calmly  on  her  palfrey  sate 
And  tranquil  viewed  the  troubled  scene- 

Her  glinting  plumelet  bowed  and  swayed  _ 

While  charier  pranced  in  proud  parade. 


passioned  utterances.   —/A<-  J  i"^*""'^'^ 


l\ 


ONNAUNDA. 


19 


lines  from  the 
e  poem : 

I  shore." 

nc,  thinking  of, 
revious  one,  an 
\]Q.    We  cannot 

presentation  of 
f  of  extracts  and 

the  reader  how 
ich  information 
will  afford  more 


issail 


p.  89, 


ove 
I  >i 


en! 


le — 
ayed 
irade," 

,  theme,  even  passionately 
sever  follows  him  and  liis 
will  pardon  the  poet  s  im- 


"  Mistrust ! — an  cver-tattlinp  brook 
That  winds  thro'  all  Love's  heritage 

Or  headlines  in  a  lover's  book 

Creeping  along  from  page  to  page." 


"The  moonlight  glimmering  on  the  tent 
Made  fretted  meshes  thro' the  trees— 

F"litting  and  flirting  with  the  breeze 

In  a  fantastic  tournament. 
The  light  and  shade  are  Love  and  Donbt- 
They  shift  and  shuflle  in  giddy  bout. ' 

"  O  fickle  y/".'— but  half  a  breath 
Yet  't  is  of  love  the  shibboleth  !  " 


"  No  slanderer  then  with  tongue  of  asp 
Darted  his  slime  at  each  fair  name; 

No  gossip  fouled  with  slimy  grasp 
The  roll  of  Virtue  and  of  Fame." 


"Can  saintliest '  nun,  devout  and  pure'; 

All  tenderness  of  love  resist — 
Or  turn  away,  with  look  demure, 

The  sweetest  lips  that  ever  were  kiss'd  ? 
The  favoring  clouds  the  moon  eclipse — 
There  is  a  touching  at  the  lips." 

"  As  veil  that  falls  o'er  Beauty's  eyes 

Brightenstheircharmstho'  half  concealed. 

The  web  she  wove  of  words  and  sighs 
Charmed  me  the  more  thro'  mist  revealed." 


"  As  rift  of  lightning  thro'  the  murk 
She  pierced  the  waves  athwart  the  night. 
And  swift  as  shimmering  swallow-flight 

She  skimm'd  beneath  each  pendent  birk  ; 

With  flowing  hair  flung  to  tlie  breeze, 
With  parted  lips  and  glowing  eye  .  .  . 
A  form  inspired  ! — 't  would  draw  a  sigh 

From  Raphael  or  Praxiteles.'' 

"  '  Who  is  she  ? ' — as  of  old  't  was  said 
When  mischief  thro'  the  kingdom  sped." 

"And  homeward  Onnalinda strayed 
Hesitant  through  the  glinting  dew? 
A  vermeil  tinge  of  deeper  hue 

Upon  her  cheek  her  thoughts  betrayed  ; 
And  when  she  sank  in  sleep  that  bloom 
Crimsoned  in  dreams of  whom  .'  ' 


verse  wilh 

■lie 


"  Ammiu  niy  bm.ks  I  am  Mirc  tc.  lonyerse  w  . 
nonf  Im.  wU\,en  ;  bu.  abroad  u  ,?  .mp«»..l.l 

for  mc  .o  avoid  the  --■y.;'„'™';;„„  „■„//,.. 


ONNALINUA. 

Fron,  The  PVak,  March  S.  'SS (Pn'f.  OoU.vin  SnnihS  rafa). 

C„„Wc,acy  »°';,'^^--  ."^It^X  -^  .""c,;resee.  w,.e,c  ,„e 
to  the  French.     He  desoiaiea  iii  y  destrovinc;  thiir 

?r:;:"Thr;r:"  desolation  .hich  this  mvaslon  caused  .s 
rncTdentally  but  graphically  described  in  the  poem  :- 

••At  noon  they  view  a  blooming  v-ale 
Smiling  before  the  hordes  of  France; 
At  eve  a  scowling  dark  expanse- 
A  blackened  land  of  woe  and  wail. 

..  War's  whirlwind,  red  with  sword  and  fire. 
Had  left  but  ashes  in  its  path.— 
Hamlets  and  homes  in  fiery  scath 
Swept  flaming  into  ruin  dire. 

.-,      ■        cv,„  hv  DenonviUe  two  hundred  years  ago  is  the  histor- 
This  invasion  by  L''^"°"^"' .       „      McNiutrhton   has  created   a 

■he  (ecliiis:  of  the  whole  is  refined  aiiU 
'oncon/'i'rmist. 


Bm^^^^^ 


i\: 


i 


ONNAUNDA, 


31 


s  l'<iper). 

Denonvillc  was 
;  competing  tor 
ish  settlements 
;  great  Iroquois 
and  implacable 
for  their  hatred, 
ry  with  a  force 
s.     He  directed 
il  nations  of  the 
;tive  in  hostility 
lesee,  where  the 
destroying  their 
ripened  for  tiie 
,'asion  caused  is 


nee; 


nd  fire, 
h 

,  ago  is  the  histor- 
jn  has  created  a 
jrest.    The  whole 

;d  the  admiration  of  Cap- 
It  for  a  better  theme  ;  nor 
if  the  whole  is  refiiicJ  uiiJ 
ist. 


period  of  the  French  r/c'w^  in  America,  as  Parkman's  prose  epic s 
so  vividly  show,  abounds  in  heroic  achievements,  daring  tdventiires 
and  r.muintic  incidents;  and  it  is  u  matter  of  surprise  that  novelists 
and  poets  have  not  more   frequently   sought   in   tins   treasury  lor 
themes  for  romance  and  song.     Mr.  McNaughton  has  happily  recog- 
nii'ed  the  elements  of  powerful  and  lasting  interest  in  those  conlhcts 
between  the  pioneers  of  France  and  the  native  tribes,  aiul  his  pro- 
duced   if  not  the  ideal  Indian  romance,  a  romance  of   undoubted 
merit  and  thrilling  interest,  which  does  no  more  than  justice  to  the 
nobler  characteristics  of  a  rapidly  disappearing  race.     We  do  not 
know  what  authority,  historical  or  legendary,  he  has  f.)r  the  Im. 
quois  princess  whom  his  poem  immortalizes;  but  we  arc  certain 
the  story  which  tells  how  Onnali.uia  thwarted  the  designs  ot   the 
French  Marquis,  detached  from  his  side  the  English  captain  and  his 
u  dlant  band,  and  averted  from  her  home  and  people  the  terrible 
disasters  that  elsewhere  befell  her  race,  is  n.,t  destined  to  speedily 
pass  into  oblivion.     It  has  in  it  so  many  elements  of  interest  as 
a  story  and  so  much  beauty  as  a  poem,  that  it  can  scarcely  lail  to 
secure  a  lasting  popularity  and  obtain  a  high  place  in  literature. 

W  ■  do  not  intend  to  even  outline  the  St.'ry  Mr.  McXaughton  has 
told  with  such  power  and  felicity.  So  much  of  its  ch.irm  depends 
on  the  author's  easy  and  graceful  versification  ;  his  graphic  dt^scrip- 
tion-  his  subtle  disclosures  of  character;  his  ingenuous  dialogues 
and  telling  situations,  that  any  summary  we  could  make  woul.  only 
do  the  poem  injustice.  We  shall  merely  endeavor,  by  a  few  aii.mst 
nndom  extracts  to  indicate  the  style  of  tne  poem,  and  intro.  uce 
some  oi  the  principal  characters  that  figure  in  it.  The  heroine  her- 
self  is  described  as— 

"  A  winsome  girl  of  native  grace 
And  moulded  form  the  coine!iest; 
Scarce  two-and-twenty  June!)  had  kissed 

With  breath  of  rose  her  charming  face- 
Brunette  with  crimson  tingec  and  blent 

As  if  'neath  Saxon  face  there  glowed 

The  warm  maroon  of  Indian  blood, 
And  stirred  a  doubt  of  her  descent." 

She  was  not  indeed  of  pure  Indian  race ;  and  perhaps  one  of  the 
finest  passages  in  the  book  is  that  in  which  she  tells  to  her  lover  s 

^  sii^e  •  I  ticile '  it  is  the  best  story  told  in  verse  :  and  •  Onnalinda  '  ha,  this  .advan- 

.special  aptitudes  in  which  he  is  un=.uri)assed.'-/.cP«rf<'-  ToJ>ual  J  imes. 


33 


OXNAUXDA. 


ears  the  story  of  licr  mutliur.  who  was  not  "  fi)ri:st  hnrn  "  but  camo 
'•  from  o'er  the  sea  ;"  \Hire  /olUms,  at  some  /c/yM,  <f,7  extrail  from 
the  point.  I 

Fiiini  her  mother,  the  daughter  of  a  Scottish  Earl,  Onnahnda  had 
liMiiied  iiimlt,  so  that  slie  w.is  by  no  means  a  mere  untutored 
d;ni>;liter  of  tht;  forest.  Hut  one  lesson  came  to  lier  when  she  h.id 
no  longer  a  mother  to  counsel  and  instruct.  She  learned  to  love, 
anil,  not  knowing  if  she  were  loved  in  return,  thus  communed  with 
herscll — 

••  Last  night — what  did  he  mean  to  say.' 
My  hand  in  his  he  tremulous  prest ; 
1  iie.iifl  a  tluohhinff  witliin  iiis  breast: 
'  {foo<i-l)ve,'  he  faltered  and  turnerl  away, — 
Hut  HI  Ins  voice  and  in  his  eye 
Was  something  more  than  that  "(iood-bye.' 

"The  white  moon  shone  on  his  eariKist  face 
As  he  held  my  li.mrl,  and  silent  stood. 
Do  men  woo  thus  in  a  dolesome  moorl .' 
Then  a  solemn  owl  may  woo  with  grace  ! 
This  man — can  he  be  my  father's  toe 
Ami  lover  ot  mine.-'     To-night  I'll  know." 

Onnalinda's  tryst  with  her  English  lover  is  graphically  described, 
but  llie  Indian  maiden  did  not  learn  what  her  heart  longed  to  know. 
.\  warning  signal  recalled  Eben  to  his  camp — 

••And  Eben's  heart  beat  wild  and  fast. 

Thrilled  with  the  touch  of  her  linger-tips 
Tli.il  tiiigle<l  still  oil  his  <|uivering  lips, 
As  through  the  crackling  wood  he  passed. 
Anil  \e.\ed  was  he  at  a  signal  sent, 
Thwarting  his  passionate  heart's  intent." 

Hut  <  )nnalinda  lingered  awhile  "  within  the  starlit  nook  "  that  had 
been   their  trysting-place,  and  gave   voice   to  her  disquietude  in 

sung — 

"  Why  art  thou  calm,  O  peaceful  night ! 
While  in  my  heart  a  wild  unrest? 
And  thou,  ()  star,  why  beam  so  bright. 
While  dark  my  heart  witii  doubt  opprest.' 
O  star  of  night ! 
1  turn  to  thee  ; 
O  calm,  calm  night. 
Bring  calm  to  me  I" 

••,...  Wc  confess  tint.  i>;irriiig   tlic   point    upon   which    wo   li.ive   animach'crted,  we  are 

charmed  with  tlif  story  of  Oiinali»c!a I  he  odours  ol  the  woodland  lend  an  exhilarating 

fre>hncss  and  vigour  not  found  ia  the  ordinary  novel." — Edinbtir^U  Cnurant. 


iVi 


ONNALlMPt- 


33 


orii  "  tint  cwrnc 
HI  f.x  trail  from 

Onnalinria  luid 
11; re  untutored 
r  when  she  had 
earned  to  love, 
ummuned  with 


it: 
ay.— 

l-bye.' 

lace 
)d. 
.orl? 
ce! 
e 
wuow." 

cally  flescribed, 
lunged  to  know. 


tips 

led. 

It." 

nook  "  that  had 
disquietude  in 


)prest  ? 


Ehcn  Stark,  the  here,  ^f  the  poem,  is  a  strong.  wU-drawn  charac- 
ter, hut  Ronald  Kent,  h.s  ,  -ond  and  r-mrade,  is.  in  some  respeclH. 
it  seems  to  us.  still  more  Intcr^'stinR  and  pictur-sque      H..  sturdy 
.,n,.d  s.nse.  his  humour,  his  skill  .,,-1  o.ur.iKe.  his  loyalty  and  devo- 
tion  to  his  friend,  are  admirably  shown  in  the  poem  ;  whde  Uid  Story 
of  his  own  life.  a..d  his  relations  with  (ihntm^  Star  the  A  «-'"<lu". 
.naiden.  who  so  abruptly  appears  on  the  scene,  a-ld  nuuh  to    he 
.uterest  of  the  narrative,  and  arc  important  elements  irt  the  plot  <.f 
he  romance.    Although  ( >Mnalinda  and  Kben  Stark  are  the  k-ad.ng 
characters.  Glinting  Star  an.l  Ronald  Kent  |.lay  nnportanl  roUs,  and 
merit  a  large  share  of  the  applause.    Glinting  Star's  appearance  on 
i^ie  scene  is.  as  we  have  said,  abrupt  and  st:utling.  Apart  altogether 
fron.  the  improbability  of  an  Algon.p.in  n.aul  be.ng,  in  time  ot  wai. 
inthecountrvofthc  inveterate  enemies  of  her  race,  the  scene  as 
depicted  is  n.;t  in  harmony  with  what  we  know  of  the  Indians  and 
Indian  modes  of  lite  ;  but  it  is  spirited  ami  dramatic,  and  will  plea.e 
a  class  of  readers  in  spite  of  its  unreality.    This  apparent  unreality 
does  m,t  arise  so  much  from  any  improbability  in  the  scene  as  from 
the  descriptive   language  which    the    author   here   and   elsewhere 
throughout  the  book  uses-language  more  tilting  a  romance  ol  the 
Old  World  than  one  of  the  New  World,  more  suited  to  a  slot)  ot 
the  lilteenth  than  to  one  of  the  seventeenth  century.     Let  us  .luotc 

•'^'^^''""=  ••  A  charging  steed 

Dashes  amid  the  startled  throng  ! 

Reined  by  a  maid  of  bearing  IhkI'. 

With  fearless  hand  and  ll,i>,liing  eye. 
And  Indian  tr.ipi)ings  round  iier  thing. 
Her  glinting  plumelet  bowed  and  swavert. 
While  charger  pranced  in  proud  parade. 
"What  grace  of  movement  and  of  mien. 

As  queen  upon  her  tiirone  ol  state 

She  calmly  on  her  palfrey  sate 
And  tranquil  viewed  the  troubled  scene. 

"'On  yonder  hill  I  lost  my  way  ; 
1  came  from  mighty  tribe  afar  ; 
My  c(jmiades  lew  arc  knights  of  war: 
We  nramed  in  joust  and  m  t(jr.iv 
To  this  sweet  dale  of  Datlodil. 

This  morn  from  camp  alone  1  rode. 
And  heedless  strayed  through  fragrant  wood. 
And  lost  my  way. 


animach'crted,  we  are 
1(1  [cud  an  exhiiatating 
urixnt. 


i.,-  JXts  ;!i  ;:S=X£:£rT7£Tiis^^ 


Manchestrr  fouritr. 


34 


ONNALINDA. 


We  could  quote  other  passages,  where  the  author  uses  the  lan- 
!.ruagc  of  inedix'val  chivalry  to  the  obvious  disadvantage  of  his- 
tory ;  but  we  would  prefer  to  give  extracts,  not  to  illustrate  dciects, 
;,ut  to  exemplify  the  many  beauties  of  the  poem.  We  have  space 
for  only  one  more— the  prayei-song  breathed  by  Onnalinda  over 
iier  mother's  grave : — 

"  Mother,  ()  mother  !  on  thy  breast 
Thy  wearied  child  again  would  rest — 
Thy  loving  arms  around  me  pressed. 

"  Mother.  O  mother !  dark  my  way, 
When  from  thy  grave  I  lonely  stray ; 
In  tears  I  kneel  by  thee  and  pray. 

"  Mother,  O  mother!  join  to-night 
Thy  prayer  with  mine  for  heavenly  lij^ht. 
Oh,  dark,  so  dark  !  my  path  to-night.' 

We  cannot  more  than  mention  some  of  the  other  more  important 
figures  in  the  story;  Kawanute,  the  stately  Iroquois  Chief,  brave, 
shrewd,  and  with  .v  strong  sense  of  humour  by  no  means  uncommon 
in  the  Indian  character;  Oonak,  the  Judas  of  the  Indian  race,  whose 
murderous  design  on  Onnalinda  was  frustrated  by  Ronald  Kent's 
unerring  rifle;  Osseolo. 

"The  gallant  youth  whose  manly  form 
Ne'er  trembled  'neath  the  battle  storm— 
Whose  dark  eye  dared  the  fiercest  foe, 
Nor  quailed  before  his  bended  bow." 

but  whose  unhappy  love  for  Onnalinda  wrung  from  him  signs  of 
sufTeringthat  no  physical  tortures  could  have  forced  him  to  exhibit  ; 
Denonviile's  courier,  whose  finery  and  foppery  afford  much  amuse- 
ment ;  and  Donald,  a  facetious  Scot,  one  of  Captain  Stark's  follower?. 
Though  "  Onnalinda  "  is  a  tale  of  war  as  well  as  of  love,  the  reader 
is  askeri  to  witness  no  bloodshed  except  the  death  of  Ooaak  at  the 
hands  of  Ronald  Kent.  The  combat  between  these  two  is  described 
with  great  spirit  and  animation. 

What  was  lately  urged  so  strenuously  by  certain  novelists-lhat  'the  stoiies  have  ajl  been 
told'-has  manifestly%een  ignored  by  the  author  of  •Onnahnd*.'  We  tSmk  that  he  ha, 
hpre  iiiven  uroof  of  the  possession  of  that  power  which  prompts  him  to  view  w.th  complacence 
The  feum  of  those  novelists.  .  .  .  ^ven  those  who  read  main  y  for  the  exh.larati.jn 
drawn  from  plot  and  incident,  .is  well  .is  those  who  search  between  the  lines  for  :'  purpose,  wid 
h,- «atified  •  it  is  a  new  and  brilliant  romance.  Marked  qualities  in  this  author  are  his 
energy  of  siyle  and  his  picturesque  delineation.  He  dr.iws  a  scene  by  a  few  dcfi  t.-uches 
brinl.nT  clearly  to  the  front  those  objects  only  which  lend  significance..  ...  A  work 
whiL^h  is  destined,  we  venture  to  say,  to  take  its  place  among  the  best  poetic  romance!  of  the 
time.— 7"A<  Ohan  Times. 


l\ 


lor  uses  the  Ian- 
advantage  of  hi& 
illustrate  dciects. 
We  have  space 
Onnalinda  over 


"Of  all  knowledge  and  mental  training,  rrading  i<  the  principal  means, 
and  rtadinj;  aloud  iiuelligeiuly  the  unmistakable  sit;n." 

— Kicliarii  (iraiit  ll'liitv. 

"  Reading  aloud  is  in  every  way  advantageous.    Fortunately,  it  is  being 
revived  of  late  years,  both  at  home  and  in  associations." 

—Charles  t\  Richardson. 


light, 

t." 

r  more  important 
lois  Chief,  brave, 
iieans  uncommon 
ndian  race,  whose 
by  Ronald  Kent's 

:n 

)rm — 
ioe, 

rom  him  signs  of 
ed  him  to  exhibit  ; 
ford  much  amuse- 
;  Stark's  followers, 
of  love,  the  reader 
h  of  Ooaak  at  the 
36  two  is  described 


'the  stoiies  have  all  been 
We  tSink  that  he  has 
to  view  with  complacence 
inly  for  the  exhdaration- 
e  lines  for  ^  purpose,  will 
i  in  this  author  are  his 
e  by  a  fewUcfl  ti-uches, 

ficance ^  work 

St  poetic  romanw'ei  of  the 


A  UNIQUE  FEATURE  IN  ROMANCE. 

Whoever  delights. in  that  useful  as  well  as  graceful  ac- 
complishment, reading  aloud,  will  treasure  "  Onnalinda  " 
as  unique  among  modern  romances.  Pictured  in  graphic 
verse,  the  rapidly-passing  scenes  and  incidents  arouse  and 
sustain  the  attention  alert.  Following  are  extracts  from  re- 
ports of  public  readings: 

" •  Onnalinda  '  is  an  epic  poem  of  a  high  order  of  merit;  captivatinjr 

the  attention  from  the  first,  and  holding  it  to  the  end.  It  ha.s  animation,  vigor, 
Ijeauty,  and  a  melodious  use  of  words  wedded  to  tine  thought.  The  whole  per- 
formance at  the  University  was  in  every  way  excellent." 

-Toronto  Gloht\  Jan.  2S,  'SS. 

" The  story  of  ONNALINDA  is  charmingly  told.     The  plot  is  just  enough 

involved  to  add  piquancy  and  interest  to  the  situations Those  who  heard 

the  readings  in  tlie  Convocation  hall  of  the  University  will  recall  the  singularly 
felicitOiis  versification  of  this  romance." — The  Empire,  I-eb.  4,  'SS. 

" It  is  an  epic  which  is  at  once  grand  in  conception,  and  full  of  those 

pathetic  and  dramatic  incidents  peculiar  to  forest  romances.  The  reatler  im- 
personated the  native  simplicity  and  romantic  incidents  in  the  life  of  Onnalinda 
with  such  power  of  expression  that  the  audience  was  entranced,  the  fascination 
of  the  story  assisting  greatly  to  that  ^nA."— Toronto  Mail,  Dec.  ji,  'S7. 

"In  McNaughton's  'Onnalinda'  the  reader  at  once  secured  the  interested 
attention  of  a  very  intelligent  audience,  and  kept  it  with  increasing  interest  to 
the  last  line.  It  is  a  beautiful  and  touching  story  presented  with  delicate 
poetic  art." — Christian  Guardian,  Jan.  2j,  'SS. 

" In  Mr.  McNaughton's  '  Onnalinda,'  the  reader  had  chosen  a  tit  sub- 
ject: a  poetic  romance  possessing  power,  delicacy,  and  great  talent  for  delinea- 
tion."—r//<r  7V«y  York  Herald,  May  4,  'S7. 


In  McNaughton's  graceful  and  spirited  poem  the  motive  is  above  all  suspicion  ;  and 
its  pleadii^g  is  as  disinterested  as  it  is  pleasing  and  graceful An  ingenuous  and  charm- 
ing idyl." — The  Brighton  lleraid. 


26 


ONNALINDA. 


It  is  an  interesting  tale,  with  mary  strong  passages  for  the  reader.     It 
was  heartily  applauded."- 77/.  New  York  Tribune,  April  ic),  'S7. 

"         Through  it  all.  like  a  thread  of  gold,  runs  an  entrancing  story  of  forest 
chivaio-"  and  love  in  colonial  times."- T"/;.  Xew  York  Star,  Aprtl 2.  'S7. 

......  As  a  piece  of  word-painting  '  Onnalinda '  has  few  equals  in  the  En- 
glish language."— TA^  Utica  Press,  Atii,'.  Jo,  '87. 

The  conception  of  '  Onnalinda '  is  original,  and  the  interest  aroused  at 
the  i,;g;nning  grows  with  the  progress  of  the  poem.  The  character  of  the  who  e 
entertainment  was  brilliant,  refined  and  elevating. "-67,..  Herald,  Au,.  30,  S7, 

.•The  new  poetic  romat^e  'Onnalinda'  was  read  before  a  fashio,|able 
audience  at  the  Richfield  summer  theatre  to-night  ....  The  loves  and  adven- 
tures  of  the  romantic  Princess  O.naUnda,  and  the  st.rr.ng  tnc.dents  .n  her 
career,  are  well  fitted  to  arouse  emotional  excitement. 

—  United  Press  Despatch.  Aug.  sg,    S7. 

The  first  public  reading  in  this  city  of  McNaughton's  famous  work. 
■  Onnalinda,'  ^^•ill  long  linger  in  the  memories  of  those  who  heard  U." 

—Roc/tester  Democrat  and  Chronicle,  June  sq,   67, 

last  evening  a  distinguished  audience  greeted  the  reader,  and  was 
held  "spell-bound  bv  the  dramatic  and  finished  rending  from  the  picturesque 
poetic  romance.  '  Onnalinda.'  "-r/<.  Daily  Saratogian,  Sept.  .,  87. 

''■he  reading  of  '  Onnalinda  '  was  a  genuine  surprise— a  unique  enter- 
tainment       .It  is  a  story  with  more  lights  than  shadows  in  it ;  a  succession  of 
idyllic  scenes  and  adventures,  full  of  sunshine  ..nd  inspiration." 
'  — Newport  Observer,  Sept.  24,   c>!s- 

A  delightful  entertainment  was  given  at  the  Casino  (Newport)  last 
evening",  consisting  of  a  reading  from  McNaughton's  poetic  romance  ■Onna- 
linda.' .  .  .A  more  refined  and  enjoyable  entertainment  has  not  been  given  at 
Newport  this  season."— /?«^o«  Herald,  Sept.  iS,  '88. 

It  is  a  tale  of  the  forest,  of  chivalry,  of  mirthful,  happy  love-making. 
■  'The  ballad  of  the  Burning  Ship,  of  which  Eben  Stark  is  the  hero    is  well 
Adapted  for  public  recitation."- 77;.   IVestminster  Review,  No.  CXXXI. 

famo"^"iory  led  up  to  freedom."- 77,.  Curt  7our.,..i,  No.  .9.6. 

^r^'^htrw^^Sy^f 'li"'-^e^;:Lion.  picturesque  description,  artiniated  scenes, 
impressive  ■.,cUon.'--Ulu,trat,d  London  A  ^wi. 


\. 


for  ihe  reader.     It 

h  'S7. 

icing  story  of  forest 
April  2,  'S7. 

V  equals  in  the  En- 


i  interest  aroused  at 
aracter  of  the  whole 
{eraid,  An^'-jo,  'Sj, 

;fore  a  fashionable 
he  loves  and  adven- 
ng  incidents   in  her 

ch,  Aug.  2g,  'Sy. 

hton's  famous  work, 
heard  it." 
liV/c',  June  ag,  'Sy. 

the  reader,  and  was 
rom  the  picturesque 
ft.  /,  '<?7. 

irise — a  unique  enter- 
in  it ;  a  succession  of 
ion." 
:rver,  Sept.  24,   SS. 

Casino  (Newport)  last 
>etic  romance  '  Onna- 
has  not  been  given  at 


1,  happy  love-making, 
irk  is  the  hero,  is  well 
V,  A'o.  CXXXI. 

«al  of  the  stirring  verse  of 
as  Mrs.  Beecher  Stowe's 

rican  muse  can  sing  with 
rbiils  the  quotation  of  pas- 
cription,  animated  scenes. 


"  filessings  be  with  them— and  eternal  praise. 
Who  gave  us  nobler  loves  and  nobler  cares-;- 
The  Poets,  wh.)  on  c.irth  have  niade  us  heirs 
Of  truth  and  pure  delight  by  heavenly  lays  !" 


J.    H.  McNAUGHTON. 


—  M'ord^worth. 


A   .SKETCH   OF    HIS    LIKE   AND   WORK.S. 

.'ifagazine  of  Poetry,  April,  iSSg. 

John  Huph  iMcNaughton  is  of  Scottish  parentage.  His  lather 
and  mother  came  from  I'erthshire,  and  settled  in  Caledonia,  New- 
York  ;  and  there  the  subject  of  this  sketch  was  born  Jtily  i,  1829, 
and  has  since  resided.  His  home,  mid-way  between  Caledonia  and 
Avon,  in  the  beautiful  Genesee  Valley,  secluded  among  the  maples 
and  evergreens,  is  indicative  of  the  poet's  retiracy ;  and  from  that 
charming  retreat,  with  his  family  and  occ.isional  literary  visitors, 
he  looks  out  on  the  busy  world  serenely  and  contentedly. 

"  'T  is  pleasant,  thro'  the  loopholes  of  retreat, 
To  peep  at  such  a  world  ;  to  see  the  stir 
Of  the  great  Babel,  and  not  feel  the  shock," 

Mr.  McNaughton's  first  work  was  a  scientific  treatise  on  music — 
a  subject  to  which  he  had  devoted  much  attention,  contributing  pa- 
pers to  Foreign  and  American  journals,  on  harmony,  rhythm,  and 
kindred  subjects.  These  were  germane  to  the  song-writer's  art 
into  which  he  soon  entered.  Mr.  Sheppard,  the  veteran  music-pub- 
lisher, used  to  relate  an  incident  that  doubtless  led  the  young 
theorist  into  song-writing: 

"  One  morning,"  says  Mr.  Sheppard,  "  I  was  sitting  in  the  back 
part  of  my  store,  wondering  at  the  sudden  influx  of  music-buyers 
calling  for  a  certain  song  sung  at  a  concert  the  previous  evening.  I 
noticed  a  stranger,  quite  a  tall,  slim  young  man,  pacing  back  and 
forth  with  folded  arms,  between  the  files  of  music-buyers  and  casting 
furtive  glances  at  the  busy  clerks.  Presently  he  walked  up  to  me, 
his  steel-blue  eyes  glittering,  and  said : 

"  '  Will  the  proprietor  tell  me  what  he  pays  for  the  MS.  of  such  a 
song  as  that  those  people  are  buying  ? ' 

"  '  A  good  deal,'  said  I, '  for  a  song  that  will  make  an  audience  cry 


JOilS  HUGH  AfCNAUGHTOX. 


38 

as  that  did;  but  lot  mc  toll  you.  youn^  .nan.  not  ..nc  s„„.-ur.,.r  in 

A  few    a^^t^ier  I  rece.ved  a  MS.  song,  the  '^-^--^^^ ^^^'^ 

cornev.     Yours,  etc.  J.   ^'^If^Z^.^^^o.U.^.on.^nX   I 
-The  [iricc,    (cniitimlfd  Mr.  bhcpparoj. 

paid  it.  and  never  regretted  it. "  ..Babble     Brooi< 

Mr.   McNarigbton.    first    v»>- ^  J^"-.,,   ,„.„„  .bici. 

Many  „t  Mr.  >^^^f'^:;:ZS^^i^^~^^'  '''''°"- 
a  ,.benon,ena   sueee..     '>      ^»f'-»  ..  ^..^  ..L„ve  a.  Hume."  an 

■.  laii.ic  True.    "  .^s  » c  W  ei  t  .1  tiaj     b>  ,  ,      „.,;i. 

iaS^rus^:r:^-.::^""v:s.er>s.,ed.„.ta. 

„„  var,.,„s  subjects.    0,,e  o<    --^P^/^'J^' Jl',',  '  clment.    or 

v.,.«»M  a.,,,,,,,  or   u^^^  a^^^ 

itsencctMnL-vboucncrc  „,„  glad  to  find  everybody  is 

t^:fZ  Slib^Lb',::' TMcNaugLn's  artiCe  in    n,  ^.. 

%ts:a:ors;sr.b...bicb.be.i,u 

;,ated  American  edition  has  been  lately  .ssued. 


nu  sni'.s;-\vt''HT  in 


d  out  (<l  th';  store. 

i-ritins  'J^  which  1 

lat  other  sonii  ol 

is  marked  in  the 

outrageous,  but   1 

"  Babble  Brook 
the  poems  %vhich 
r  printed  in  "  Final 
•  Yoiu  poems  have 
ks  as  I  read  them." 
sic  form  have  won 
"  "  Belle  Mahone." 
,ove  at  Home,"  an 

He  has  also  writ- 
icl,  issued  sMUulta- 

ng  Reviews  articles 
i  Red  Man."  in  T/ie 
luch  comment.  Of 
,  wrote  thus  brt)adly 
find  everybody  is 
irticle  in    T/t^  IVme- 

'ill  doubtless  be  best 
ich  has  already  won 
\  of  which  an  illus- 


[Fac-simile  of  letter  from  the  Rt.  Hon.  John  Bright.] 


ONE    ASH, 

ROCHDALE. 


■!■■  ",-,i!' 

H  pi 

Wv-  ■-■: 

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X-    /*.*,V   4zw'    ^-•^***    ^    J^f<t*<..    ^ 
;fc^  ^?*4**^  -   ^*—  ^'^  «*^'  ^*   ^''«** 


■  ;*• 


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lis    u^ 
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■;V-  ->■«  ti^A&t^--'.s^'"=^^"  ^ 


SVj«ftr^--T-)^'^.;.i,H'i!^^V'!kVl^^^>h,-i-:?^-^ 


[Fac-simile  of  letter  from  the  Earl  of  Lytton  (Owen  Meredith).] 


a^U* 


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Meredith).] 


iA  oi'  tA. 


M-*»^ 


ONNALINDA. 

PATRONS  OF  THE  GUINEA  EDITION. 

(At'TOGKArilH  IN  >'AC-BI1ULK.) 


V^ 


^AVfMMT} 


i4 


Earl  of  Roseberry. 

Sir  William  V.  Harcourt. 

Sir  Henry  James, 

Earl  of  Derby. 

The  Duke  of  Argyll. 

H.  R.  H.  Princess  Louise. 

Lord  Tennyson, 


TION. 


ONNALINDA. 

PATRONS  OF  THE  GUINEA  EDITION. 

(ArTtMIHAfUH  IN   rAr-HlMILK.) 


Hon.  J.  R.  Lowell. 
Lord  Houghton. 
Earl  Uufferin. 
Earl  Granville. 
Marquis  of  Hartington. 
Lord  Kimberly. 
Duke  of  Norfolk. 


!-".imwi« 


1    r 
f   I' 


ONNALINDA. 

PATRONS  OF  THE  EDITION  DE  LUXE. 

(AUTliKRAI'HS   1N.FA(-SIMI1.B,) 


x^ 


^  /^  ^^ 


^  /Uu^  ^A 


Mrs.  John  J.  Astor. 
Mrs.  James  C.  Ayer. 
Mrs.  Paran  Stevens. 
Mrs.  D.  O.  Mills. 
Mrs.  Bryce  Gray. 
Mrs.  C.  R.  Agnew. 
Mrs.  Russell  Saoe. 
Mrs.  R.  L.  Stuart. 
Mrs.  H.  Nictor  Newcomb. 


Ml 


■^«rf'%«4i-***»rt»-i?r-;*ii»!*^»«S&d^<a^-. 


E  LUXE. 


ONNALINDA. 

PATRON?  OF  THE  EDITION  DE  LUXE. 

(AIITOC.RAI'MS   IN    KAC.-SIMII.E.) 


Mrs.  Frances  F.  Cleveland, 
Mrs.  VanRensselaer  Cruger. 
Mrs.  Paul  Dahlgren. 
Mrs.  Pierre  Lorillard. 
Mrs.  M.  E.  W.  Sherwood. 
Mrs.  Edward  Delafield. 
Mrs.  Wm.  B.  Dinsmore. 
Mrs.  Hicks  Lord. 


38 


ONA'ALLVDA. 


'  A  pleasant  book— what  n  delightful  comrade  !— ^o  quiet, 
so  thoughtful  ;  an>»criiig  all  our  impertinent  questions  Imt 
abking  none  '.—Lard  Kanm. 

....  The  writers  tlietnselves  are  hi<l,  inaccessible, 
solitary  ;  but  the  thought  which  they  do  not  uncover  to  their 
bosom  friend  is  written  out  in  transparent  words  to  us. 

—  Kai/'h  M'aldo  Emerson. 


ONNALINDA. 

Extract  from  the  A'.    Y.  Com.  Advertiser  s  (Aug.  ji,  'Ss)  London  Letter. 

"  .  ,  .  ,  Talking  of  books  and  Americans,  I  have  before  me  a  book 
which  is  making  a  sensation  in  this  country.  It  is  Onnahnda,  a 
romance,  by  J,  H.  McNaughton,  who,  I  beUeve,  is  a  native  of  New 
York.  Most  astonishing  stories  are  told  of  this  work.  One  is,  that 
upward  of  four  thousand  subscribers  have  already  been  obtained  for 
it  in  England  alone.  The  London  press,  up  to  the  present,  seem 
unanimous  in  its  praise.  John  Bright  has  written  a  long  letter  about 
it.  I  shall  dip  into  the  book  in  time  for  my  next  letter.  Here,  in 
the  meantime,  are  extracts  from  the  letter  of  Mr.  Bright :  [The  let- 
ter is  given  in  full  elsewhere — see  p.  29.]  It  would  almost  appear  as 
if  the  "  Onnalinda  "  of  J,  H.  McNaughton  were  to  become  in  its  way 
a  kind  of  "  Uncle  Tom's  Cabin,"  as  far  as  a  bona  fide  mission  is  con- 
cerned ;  for  it  cannot,  I  expect,  be  so  popular  as  Mrs.  Stowe's  book, 
seeing  the  price  it  is  sold  at — a  guinea  a  volume.  So  far  is  I  am  now 
able  to  judge,  the  poem  is  Byronic  in  form,  with  Byron's  swing  and 
and  lire,  and  a  point  and  piquancy  all  its  own." 


"...  .Following  the  adventures  of  the  Princess  Onnalinda,  we  are  quickened 
by  a  healthful  exhilaration — we  breathe  the  fresh  air  from  the  breezy  heiglit.s  and 
balmy  glens  of  this  forest  romance." — Glasgow  Herald. 

"....The  romance  of  '  Onnalinda' will  entitle  Mr.  McNaughton  to  a  good 
place  among  modern  poets.  It  is  well  conceived  and  beautifully  executed. 
There  is  a  naturalness  and  ease  which  run  through  it  and  make  it  interesting 
and  attractive. "-  -Stirling Journal. 

"...  .In  this  forest  idyl  the  poet-romancer  himself  seems  captivated  by  the 
charms  of  his  ideal  heroine,  llie  Princess  Onnalinda — '  her  dark  eyes'  lustrous 
glance,' and  ■  the  opulent  curve  of  her  crimson  lips '...  .Though  the  glades 
beyond  us  echo  with  the  fierce  feud  of  rivals,  we  involuntarily  follow  the  for- 
tunes of  the  lovely  nymph  through  '  woodland  paths  and  scented  dales.'  " 

—  The  Bury  Guardian. 

"...  .Campbell  and  Longfellow  are  the  only  po  thus  far  who  have  touclied 
the  subject  worthily.  We  are  glad  to  welcome  ^,  new  poet  in  this  romantic 
field,  introducing  to  us  the  charming  Onnalinda,  one  of  the  most  engaging  per- 
sons of  that  inleresling  era.  .  .  .The  lorgnettes  of  literary  circlus  no  doubt  will 
soon  be  turned  towards  this  fascinating  Princess." — Tlu:  Scotsman. 


-<>  quiet, 
ions  ImU 


cessible, 
■  to  their 


f)  London  Letter. 

before  me  a  book 
;  is  Onnalind.'i,  a 
a  native  of  New 
)rk.  One  is,  that 
been  obtained  for 
he  present,  seem 
L  long  letter  about 
,  letter.  Here,  in 
Bright :  [The  let- 
almost  appear  as 
become  in  its  way 
ie  mission  is  con- 
[rs.  Stowe's  book, 
lO  far  IS  I  am  now 
Jyron's  swing  and 


la,  we  are  quickened 
le  breezy  heiglits  and 

Naughton  to  a  good 
eautifully  executed. 
\  make  it  interesting 

ns  captivated  by  the 
;r  dark  eyes'  lustrous 
.  Though  the  glades 
;arily  follow  the  for- 
;nted  dales.'  " 
'e  Bury  Guardian. 

ar  who  have  touched 
oet  in  this  romantic 
J  most  engaging  per- 
;ii(,l<js  no  doubt  \\  ill 
iotsiiiai! . 


The  Old  Songs 

AND 

The  New. 


"...     The  song  from  beginning  to  end 
I  found  again  iu  the  heart  of  a  friend." 

_H.  W,  LONCFBLLOW. 


[These  copyright  songs  are  here  inserted  by  special  per- 
mission of  Messrs.  Pond  &  Co.,  New  York,  and  Messrs. 
Ditson  &  Co..  Boston,  proprietors  of  the  copyrights.] 


jer- 

srs. 


BLOW!  BLOW!  THOU  WINTRY 
BLAST. 

"  Blow  !  blow,  thou  winter  wind." 

—Shakspeart. 

I. 

Blow  !  blow,  thou  wintry  blast ! 

She  heeds  thee  not,  safe  under  the  snow  ; 
Deaf  to  the  howling  world  at  last 

Under  the  snow — low,  low. 
The  world  she  met,  and  the  world  it  frowned  ; 
And  she  trembling  hid  in  the  icy  ground. 

Pale,  pale  she  grew  'nealh  frown  and  woe 

And  in  fear  »he  hid  'neath  the  drifting  snow. 

II. 

Frown  !  frown,  thou  cruel  fate  ! 

Sweet  dreams  are  hers  a-dreaming  below. 
Smite  her,  canst  thou,  with  frown  and  hate 

Under  the  snow  ?  No  !  No  ! 
She  feels  no  more  of  thy  hate  or  love, 
As  cold  and  white  as  the  drift  above  ! 
Come  not,  O  world  !  with  tears  to  drown 
This  flower  that  withered  beneath  thy  frown. 
Blow  !  blow,  thou  wintry  blast  ! 

She  heeds  thee  not,  safe  under  the  snow ; 
Deaf  to  the  >•  owling  world  at  last 
Under  the  snow— low,  low. 


LOVE  AT  HOME. 

There  is  beauty  all  around 

When  there's  love  at  home  ; 
There  is  joy  in  every  sound 

When  there's  love  at  home  ! 
Peace  and  plenty  here  abide 
Smiling  sweet  on  every  side — 
Time  doth  softly,  sweetly  glide 
When  there's  love  at  home. 

Kindly  heaven  smiles  above 

When  there's  love  at  home  ; 
All  the  earth  is  filled  with  love 
When  there's  love  at  home  ! 
Sweeter  sings  the  brooklei  by. 
Brighter  beams  the  azure  sky— 
Oh  !  there's  One  who  smiles  ■m  high 
When  there's  love  at  home. 


■-S*- 


THE  OLD  SONGS 


THE  DOOR  AJAR. 

The  summers  come — the  summers  go— 

They  fly  unhecdeil  past  my  door  ; 
One  star  in  heaven  is  all  I  know — 

On  it  I  gaze  forevermore  ! 
The  sun  may  gild  the  clouds  with  gold, 

Beyond  them  still  I  gaze  afar 
To  one  who  flew  to  Heaven's  fold, 

And  left  for  me  the  door  ajar, 

I  heed  no  more  the  blossoms  fall 

Nor  listen  when  the  robins  sing, — 
I  only  hear  a  sweet  voice  call : 

"  Come  upward  to  the  Endless  Spring  ! ' 
I  wander  o'er  the  meadows  green 

But  only  see  the  Blue  Afar, 
Where  my  sweet  own  hath  entered  in 

And  left  for  ine  the  door  ajar. 


BELLE  MAHONE. 

Soon  beyond  the  harbor  bar 
Shall  my  bark  be  sailing  far, — 
O'er  the  world  I  wander  lone. 

Sweet  Belle  Mahone. 
O'er  thy  grave  I  weep  good-bye, 
Hear,  oh  hear  my  lonely  cry, 
O  without  thee  what  am  I, 

Sweet  Belle  Mahoae  ? 

Chorus. 
Sweet  Belle  Mahone  ! 
Sweet  Belle  Mahone  I 
Wait  for  me  at  Heaven's  gate, 
Sweet  Belle  Mahone  ! 

Lonely  like  a  withered  tree. 
What  is  all  the  world  to  me  ? 
Life  and  light  were  all  in  thee, 

Sweet  Belle  Mahone. 
Daisies  pale  are  growing  o'er 
All  my  heart  can  e'er  adore. 
Shall  I  meet  thee  nevermore. 

Sweet  Belle  Mahone  ? 

Calmly,  sweetly  slumber  on, 
(Only  one  I  call  my  own  !) 
VVhile  in  tears  I  wander  lone, 

Sweet  Belle  Mahone. 
Faded  now  seems  ev'ry  thing. 
But  when  comes  elernul  spring, 
With  thee  I'll  be  wandering. 

Sweet  Belle  Mahone  ! 


AND    THE  NKir. 

ONNALINDAS    SONG. 

I.  "• 


43 


Calm  as  the  night 

Was  heart  of  mine, 
Lulled  in  the  light 

Of  day's  decline. 
No  breezes  stirred 

The  folded  wing 
Of  dreaming  bird 

Soft  slumbering, 
Like  heart  of  mine — 
O  heart  of  mine  ! 


Love  came  and  broke 

The  slumber  deep — 
The  bird  awoke 

From  happy  sleep, 
Ruffled  its  wing 

In  wild  unrest — 
A  cruel  sting 

Was  in  its  breast, 
Like  heart  of  mine — 
O  heart  of  mine  ! 


WITHOUT  THE  CHILDREN. 

"  Ah  !  what  would  the  world  be  to  us 
If  the  children  were  no  more  ? 
We  should  dread  the  desert  behind  us 
Worse  than  the  dark  before." 

—LongJeUovi. 

I. 

O  the  wearr  solemn  silence 

Of  a  house  without  the  children — 

O  the  strange,  oppressive  stillness 

Where  the  children  come  no  more  ! 
Ah  !  the  longing  of  the  sleepless 
For  the  soft  arms  of  the  children — 
Ah  !  the  longing  for  the  faces 

Peeping  thro'  the  opening  door — 

Faces  gone  forevermore  ! 

IL 

Strange,  so  strange  to  wake  at  midnight 
And  not  hear  the  children  breathing- 
Only  the  weary  clock  a-ticking, 

Ticking,  ticking  by  the  door 

Strange  to  see  the  little  dresses 
Hanging  there  thro'  all  the  morning. 
And  the  slippers— ah  !  their  patter 

We  shall  hear  it  nevermore 

On  our  mirth-forsaken  floor  ! 

III. 
What  is  home  without  the  children  ? 
'T  is  the  earth  without  its  verdure. 
And  the  sky  without  the  sunshine. . . 

Life  is  withered  to  the  core. 
So  we'll  leave  this  dreary  desert, 
And  we'll  follow  the  Good  Shepherd 
To  the  green  pastures  vernal 

Where  the  lambs  have  gone  before— 
With  the  Shepherd  evermore  ' 


THE  OLD  SONGS 


THE  GRANGER  MAIDEN. 

"'Cusha!  ciish.i!   msha  ! '   calling, 
Kar  away  1  heard  her  sung.  " 

—Jgan  Ingetcnv, 

The  meadow  l)ar  was  down, 

The  kine  they  were  far  away  ; 
Calling  so  low — tender  and  low — 
Sweetly  1  heard  her  say  : 

"Co"  boss!     Co"  boss!    Co' boss!" 

Then  up  from  the  meadow  the  kine  they  gaze 
As  softer,  and  lower,  and  sweeter  she  says  : 
"  Co'  boss  I     Co'  boss  ! 
Co' boss!" 

"I'll  call  the  kine,"  said  I, 

But  she  only  smiled  so  coy  ; 
Gayly  I  call — merrily  call — 
Just  like  a  hearty  boy  : 

"  Co'  boss  !     Co'  boss  !    Co' boss  I  " 

But  never  a  look  would  the  kine  give  me 
Till  softer,  and  gentler,  and  sweeter  sang  she  : 
"  Co'  boss  ;    Co'  boss  ! 
Co' boss  ! 

That  lovely  morn  of  June 

Has  flown,  yet  in  dreams  I  hear 
Calling  so  low — tender  and  low — 
Calling  as  thro'  a  tear  ; 

"Co"  boss  !    Co'  boss  !    Co' boss  !  " 

Then  visions  of  youth,  so  bright,  so  dear, 
Come  back  from  that  June,  as  that  song  I  hear  : 
' '  Co'  boss  !    Co  boss  ! 
Co' boss!" 


WHEN  THE  PALE  MOON. 

When  the  pale,  pale  moon  arose  last  night 

Its  cold  light  fell  on  my  silent  floor. 
And  I  thought  of  a  face  so  pure  and  white, 

That  vanished  in  years  that  will  come  no  more. 
O  pale,  sweet  face — sweet  face  !  I  said. 

Come,  sit  by  the  window  still  as  of  yore  ; 
O  pale,  sweet  face,  so  dear — and  dead  ! — 

Come,  look  from  the  moon  on  my  silent  floor. 

And  a  voice  I  heard — Oh  sweet  and  dear  ! — 

That  hushed  the  stir  of  ';he  rustling  bough  : 
From  my  window  in  heaven  I  lean,  I  hear. 

The  moonlight  I  see  on  thy  pale,  pale  brow.' 
O  pale,  sweet  face — sweet  face  I  I  said, 

Come  sit  by  the  window  evermore  ! 
Look  down,  dear  eyes,  so  long,  long  fled. 

Come  look  from  the  moon  on  my  silent  floor — 

Silent,  silent  forevermore  ! 


AND    THE  A'Kir. 

AS  WE  WENT  A-HAYING. 

(;e(jri)1E  and  I. 

I. 

The  robins  %\mf,  their  sweetesi  song 
As  I  went  tripping;  the  fields  among, 
And  all  things  over  the  world  smiled  cheerily 
"I'ween  the  shine  and  gloaming. 
Said  I  to  Geordie  raking  hay  ; 
"  Why  look  so  sad,  so  sad  lo-day  ?  " 

Said  he  ;   "  There's  something  1  would  say 
If  you'll  go  with  me  roaming  !  " 

The  robins  sung  their  sweetest  song 
As  we  went  tripping  the  fields  among, 
And  all  things  over  the  world  smiled  cheerily 
'Tween  the  shine  and  gloaming. 

II. 

Says  Geordie  :  "  Every  bird  you  spy 
Sings  '  sweetheart '  gaily,  but  none  have  I, 
And  all  things  merrily  sing  so  cherrily 
While  1  am  lonely  haying  I  " 
Says  I  .  "  /  '11  turn  the  hay  with  you." 
Says  he  :  "  And  be  my  '  sweetheart '  too  ?" 
My  answer  I'll  not  tell  you. 
But  forth  we  went  a-haying  ! 

The  robins  sing  their  sweetest  song 
As  we  go  tripping  the  fields  among, 
And  we  join  merrily,  singing  cheerily 
As  we  go  a-haying  ! 


4S 


"MY  BOY  I  "—A  SOLDIER'S  MOTHER. 

I'm  weary  of  gazing  into  the  dark — 

O  the  dreary  night !  O  the  silent  street ! 
I  start  when  I  hear  the  watch-dog  bark. 

And  I  trembling  hark  for  the  sound  of  feet. 
My  boy!— will  he  come  to-night  to  me  ? 
I  strain  my  eyes  in  the  dark  to  see,— 

Through  the  night  so  dreary,  dreary  ! 
Gazing  south,  tbro'  the  mist,  till  my  eyes  grow  dim, 
1  sit  by  the  window  awaiting  for  him     .... 

O  the  night  so  weary,  weary  1 

Does  he  dream,  as  he  lies  by  his  camp-fire  low, 

How  I  watch  and  wait  for  my  boy  to  come? 
When  he  paces  his  lonely  rounds  in  the  snow 

Does  he  long  for  the  blazing  hearth  at  home  ? 
O  what  if  he's  sentry  this  night  so  bleak. 
And  the  chill  wind  freezing  the  tear  on  his  cheek 

Through  the  drifting  night  so  dreary,  dreary! 
—Gazing  south,  in  the  dark,  till  her  eyes  grow  dim 
She  sits  by  the  window  awaiting  for  him, 

Through  the  night  so  weary,  weary! 


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